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Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

Covering Garden Grove, Huntington Beach, Stanton and Westminster

Tim kicks off the show with the latest Pastathon numbers. And the city of Stanton is using cameras with recorded audio messages to help.

Man, Stanton is a trip. Its mix of worn-down charm and modern hustle is something rare. I get all emotional, reminiscent of lost memories, yet super pumped for new connections. Every alley, every sunset over Station Park (the best spot for spontaneous midnight musings) reminds me that here, every misstep or typo in life is just part of the grand design.

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